Mag-log inChloe’s POV
I stood right there, unable to move or make sense of what was happening before me. Although I have been trying to conceive for a while now, I never expected that it was my best friend, the one who always consoled me and encouraged me, who would do this to me. “Lyon, what did you just say?” I asked him like I had snoozed off the whole time and did not hear him when he brutally requested for a divorce. “You heard me, Chloe. I have tried, hoping that I would be able to keep up with you for much longer, but you are barren and there is no way that you will ever be useful to me.” He sneered at me, the cruelty in his eyes was slicing through my heart like a sword, I was feeling so crushed. These were the same people that I trusted most in the world and yet they stood before me with such news. “You can't do that to me, Lyon, I know that it is taking time for us, but we are going to pull through, this is just a phase in our marriage.” “A phase?” He scoffed in disgust. “Did you just listen to yourself speak, this is not a phase Chloe, you are meant to be lonely and wretched for the rest of your life, how many times do I need to say it for you to understand.” He yelled at me, his eyes brimming with anger and impatient like I was a plague he badly wanted to get rid of. It was so hard for me to believe that this was the same man who had once looked at me with nothing but love in his eyes. “Come on Chloe, how could you be so delusional to think that Lyon would go back to you especially after you couldn't give him what I gave him.” This time, Sherry's voice came through, there was not even a hint of remorse in those eyes, rather they were brimming with mockery as she bit her lips while staring at me disdainfully. “What you gave him, what are you talking about?” I swallowed my spit, this time, I was clutching onto my chest, my heart had become heavy with the mixture of fear and pain that was slowly overwhelming me. “Are you that dumb Chloe, that you can't see for yourself what is right before you.” Her hands trailed slowly to her stomach and she began to caress it, realization slowly began to overwhelm me that I was forced to drift backward, my eyes widened open in misery that was unfolding before me. “You are saying...” “Yes, you guessed right Chloe, Sherry is pregnant for me, she is carrying my child and there is no way that I would leave someone like her who has everything that I have ever wanted and wished for to be with someone like you.” “You are saying that Sherry is carrying your child, so this has been going on for a while, even all this while that you try to comfort me and assured me that I was going to get pregnant, you have been sleeping with my husband all this while!” I yelled at the top of my lungs with my teeth gritted in rage at this truth that was unfolding before me, I was a fool all this while for the two of them. “That is enough Chloe, I think that I have heard enough of you, you should sign the divorce paper, I would have told you that I am sorry for doing this, but I know it doesn't make any sense, so how about we just skip that part and you get right into signing the divorce!” As I stood there, watching them make a mockery of me, I could vividly recall how Lyon and I had started. At first, I was reluctant to marry him, but after seeing how much he treated me with so much care and compassion. Lyon was ready to go to the end of the world to get me just what I wanted, he made so many promises to me, and I was certain of a life forever with him. “So all this while Sherry, you have been jealous of my marriage and wanted to take my man away from me?” I snarled at her, even though I was hurting, I knew that I had to confront her. “Lyon was not meant to be yours in the first place, I met him first, he was supposed to be mine all this while and not to a baren wretched thing like you!” She cursed, that felt like I had reached the point where I could no longer endure it. “Don't you dare speak to me like that!” I threatened furiously, lifting my hand in an attempt to slam her, but Lyon stood before her and he shoved me to the wall. “I won't let you lay your filthy hands on Sherry, I think that I have had enough of you, you should leave right now.” Lyon's words pierced intensely into my heart, yet I forced the tears back, I grabbed the document and with the pen, I scribbled in my signature before looking at them one last time and as I did, a stream of tears rolled down my cheek. “Have a nice day!” I forced out the word even though I was choking on the pain as I hurried upstairs where I packed up all of my belongings and in a few minutes, I was done with all of that. Although it was dark outside yet, it did not matter to me, as long as I could get away from there and all of the pains attached to it. But I had forgotten one thing there while I was in a hurry to leave, that was my cell phone. And did not realize that as soon as I left, a text came through, it was a text that was meant to change my life, something that I had been badly craving for a long time yet I wasn't there to receive it. To be continued!CHLOE'S POVI walked into the office with quiet steps, though my heels clicked against the marble floor like soft echoes of the chaos we’d just come out of. The scent of fresh polish, the hum of the AC, the quiet murmurs of staff — it all felt familiar, yet different at the same time. Like I had left a version of myself behind and returned as someone entirely new.I glanced around the space, taking it in. Richard had managed to change everything in the office to my taste, completely eradicating Lyon's existence from it, still, it's the same office that had seen me broken and reborn. And today, I was no longer walking in as the woman who had something to prove. I was simply...me — Chloe Jones, a mother, a wife, and a managing director.Forgiving Richard hadn’t been instant and it wasn't easy either. My pride resisted, held tight to the pain of his disbelief, but when the dust settled, the noise in my heart did the same as well.I kept asking myself: what if I had told him everything
LYON'S POVThe judge walked up to his seat, adjusted his robe, and cleared his throat. "Be seated..." He commanded in a clear tone. He was an aged man, but his voice didn't seem like he was way past his mid-fifties.We all sat, the scrape of chairs echoing across the silent room. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage, but I kept my face blank.All eyes were on the defendants now — Dragon sat with a smug smirk like this was some street game, this surely, wasn't his first time here. While Sherry, on the other hand, looked pale with hollow eyes, barely clinging to dignity in her wrinkled designer suit.The charges were read out loud."Attempted murder… tampering with private vehicle… illegal entry into a school premises… exposure of minors to threat… defamation of character… conspiracy to destroy a company’s reputation..."The charges were many, with each charge landing like a hammer.I watched Chloe closely from my seat behind her, expecting a reaction from her. But she didn’t flinch
DRAGON'S POVThe cold metal chair beneath me creaked as I shifted slightly, adjusting my weight on it. The room was still with gray walls, harsh lighting, and a camera blinking red in the corner.Across from me sat two detectives with stoic expressions, but I was unfazed. I've seen faces like this countless times. One of the officers was scribbling in a notepad; the other just stared, probably the one to interrogate me."State your full name." One of them said, his cold gaze locking into mine.I rolled my eyes. "You already know who I am. I'm a regular here; stop asking unnecessary questions.""Formality..." The officer pointed out sternly. "Start talking, or we’ll be here all day."I leaned back, a smirk on my lips. I wasn’t new to this, and this wasn’t some back-alley street fight or dirty job; this was different."She started it..." I said plainly. "The little miss classy whore — Sherry."They exchanged glances, expecting me to say more, well, I will — I just needed a small pause.
RICHARD'S POVThe room was packed, the air would have stiffened but there were enough air conditioners, providing ventilation. Journalists, camera crews, investors, staff — everyone who had watched the chaos unfold over the past few weeks now sat in stiff, waiting silence. A dozen microphones pointed at me like weapons. Flashing lights burst in my face, but I didn’t blink.I adjusted the mic."My name is Richard Jones, CEO of The Jones Company." I began with an even voice. "And today, I take full responsibility for my silence, my delay in judgment, and the damage caused to the integrity of this company — and more importantly, to a woman who has only ever given her best."A ripple of murmurs moved through the crowd."A recent viral video made by one Mr. Damian ‘Dragon’ Cruz has exposed a malicious campaign orchestrated by himself and Ms. Sherry. Their aim was simple: to ruin the image of Chloe Jones — my wife, and the rightful Managing Director of this company."I took a breath, locki
RICHARD'S POVI stood at the door, silently watching her. Chloe was kneeling on the living room rug with Ryan and Penny, helping them build what looked like a spaceship out of plastic blocks. Her laughter, soft and rare these days, echoed in my chest, it sounded like a memory I feared was slipping away.Penny giggled as Chloe tickled her side, and even Ryan cracked a small smile. They looked... whole, but I wasn't in that picture, it was like I was the outsider in my own home.That realization hurt more than I expected.DraftI used to be the man Chloe trusted — the one she leaned on, smiled at, teased over dinner. Now? I was just the man who doubted her. The man who, even if for a moment, believed the lies and didn't trust her silence enough.I cleared my throat. "Uh... Chloe, can we talk?" I asked, hoping for a response from her, and I did get it.She glanced up, her smile fading as quickly as it came and she rose gracefully, dusting her hands on her pants. "Kids, go wash up. Dinn
SHERRY'S POVThe room stank of mildew with a single bulb buzzing overhead, flickering like it, too, was unsure if it wanted to keep going. I shut the creaky door behind me and tossed my face cap to the floor like it offended me.Finally. Air. Fresh and uninterrupted air.I hadn’t taken a real breath in days, not since the video leaked — not since the day I watched my name get dragged like trash across every social platform. I used to trend for my outfits and sharp comebacks, the perfect body figure I got from going to the gym daily, and placing myself on a diet. But now? It was for nothing other than shame, laughter, and pity.And worst of all — silence from Dragon.I had walked half the city to avoid eyes, cameras, judgment. I couldn't even walk with my head raised up like I used to, I had to put on face caps to cover my shame. Now I was holed up in this dingy inn like a criminal, I was tired, cold, and absolutely terrified.I slumped onto the bed, pulling the frayed blanket over m







